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Yet you sweep people away, and they die.
    They are like new grass that grows in the morning.
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it’s all dried up.

Your anger destroys us.
    Your burning anger terrifies us.

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Yet you sweep people away(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.(B)

We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.

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